Disclaimer: I do not own Spider-Man. I only own the OC George Edwards/The Bladewolf.
'I don't like this.' George thought to himself as he looked at his target at the far end of the street with the magnification and Night Vision features of his mask's eyes. 'It's quiet... too quiet.'
And in his experience, too quiet was something he didn't like.
George looked at the bag if weapons he had with him, having taken a GLOCK 34 and GLOCK 26 which he placed in holsters. He also had his sniper rifle with him, luckily it had a strap that he could put around himself, the same with his Beretta ARX160
It might not be much, but it was for him.
Once making sure his guns were secured on him, George took his grappling hook gun and fired a grapple to the rooftop of the building he was looking at and swung over to the railing of the fire escape. The Lawton offices were on the ninth floor, three above his current position.
Using the fire escape, George made his way three floors up until he reached the ninth floor and looked the window over, seeing it was open just a smidge but it was enough for him to reach under and push the window up before entering, whipping out his pistols and checking his surroundings just in case... but there was nothing. It was eerily silent.
'I really don't like this.' George thought as he lowered his weapons and looked around. 'I hope Cat wasn't giving me bullshit intel.'
He tried one of the doorknobs to find it unlocked and pushed open the door. "Nothing, shit." He cursed as he saw the empty room.
He repeated the process to the exact same results three times before reaching a locked door. Without hesitation he lifted his leg and slammed is boot into the wood just beside the deadbolt and knocked it open. The long-barreled gun swept the room and found it clear, but not empty. At the center of the barren space was a simple four-legged table with a cellphone resting on it. George grimaced inside his mask, the hairs on his neck were standing on end, and if he gripped his weapon any tighter it felt like he would deform the grip. After a few tense moments, he pushed past his stress and turned to move on.
Then the phone began ringing.
George's gaze whipped to the phone and he narrowed his eyes before he walked over and picked the phone up, answering it before putting it on speaker.
"Mr. Bladewolf." said a deep, commanding voice over the phone. "The mysterious party crasher. You are most troublesome, even more so than Spider-Man. Destroying my facilities, killing my associates, and instilling fear amongst the criminal underworld. Not bad, for a mercenary."
George thought of something before answering. "Errr, sorry Fisk, wrong guess. Wanna go for double jeopardy, where the scores can really change?" He said, though he thought he could hear the sound of a door opening outside.
There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. "Who are you then?" Fisk asked, still calm, but the demeanour seemed to shift into one of genuine interest.
"Just a pain in the ass for you." he replied as he heard more activity and looked back at the phone. He got the feeling that this was a trap, an ambush. Checking the hall, he let out a sigh of relief when he saw it was clear and began to move briskly back towards the window he had entered.
"Mr. Bladewolf." said the Kingpin again as George balanced speed and stealth to hopefully slip away undetected. "Are you still there?"
"I'm still here" answered George as he turned back towards the sounds of approaching steps, lots of them. "Unless you want to come out here and talk face to face"
"Oh no, I'm afraid not." replied the Kingpin, George swearing he heard the sound of jet engines over the phone. "You have me at a loss, you know my name, but who are you?" George suddenly heard the footsteps stop, but there was a commotion outside. "Just another misguided man who saw too many action movies as a child? Another orphan of this miserable city who thinks he's John Wayne? Rambo? Marshall Dillion?"
"I'd prefer John Wick, actually." George chuckled as he stepped out of the window and back onto the fire escape.
Only George quickly realized he wasn't alone, the entire street was filled with cars, police cars, officers standing behind them, their weapons trained on the building, the odd sound he heard revealed itself to be a police helicopter that was hovering overhead.
The chopper activated a spotlight that shone directly on the vigilante. "NYPD! Drop your weapons and keep your hands up!" thundered a PA system.
There was a confident, rumbling laugh on the line. "Do you really think you stand a chance against us, Mr. Bladewolf?"
'Time to end this Die Hard conversation with a send-off.' George thought before grabbing the phone. "Yippy Kay-Yay, motherfucker." With that he hung up.
Inside the building, the SWAT team that had been ascending the stairs bust through the door and was charging down the hall. "Drop it! Drop it!" ordered the lead one as they all pointed the weapons towards where the armoured vigilante was.
George was too exposed on the fire escape, even if he was safe from the SWAT team for the moment, but he would need to get back inside the building if he was going to have any chance of escaping alive.
Just as the SWAT team was about to get close enough, there was a distinct 'whoosh' sound form a building down the street. A fiery projectile streaked through the night and slammed into the helicopter, blowing off the tail and sending it into a fiery spin.
Right towards George.
"Fuck!" George jumped out of the way just as the helicopter slammed into the area, he had been in. George was quick to leave and start running as gunfire filled the air, from the police and Fisk's men. However, he ended up in a hallway where a squad of Fisk's men were waiting, and they fired as soon as they saw him.
In full Black Cat garb, Felicia Hardy silently scaled the walls of the building that was home to the condo of one Orson Perrault. She had been planning this heist for a week, over the course of the planning, she learned he wouldn't be home and why. She had used this piece of information to ensure the three parties who would thwart her fun would be otherwise occupied.
Spider-Man was told of the location of another Lieutenant that was also working on the same project Perrault was, she didn't pay attention to the details about whatever scheme Kingpin had concocted. All she cared about was that her ex would prioritize it over her fun. Likewise, the Bladewolf was more than happy to bull rush in and make sure that Perrault wouldn't be around to pursue her after she was done. If she had sent both of them to the same place then there was the possibility that they would be so busy fighting each other that Perrault would survive and figure out he had been robbed, and Felicia hated having to watch her back, always preferring to look ahead.
And she had tipped off the police so that they would have their hands full with the more violent vigilante and be unable to mount any sort of response to her crimes, ensuring she would have all the time she needed for her heist. She had absolute faith and confidence that George could take care of himself despite only knowing him for a short time. It had to be him, calling them about Spider-Man wouldn't have generated nearly the same level of response.
Reaching the small balcony, she athletically flipped over the railing and came to a silent crouch outside the window. With practiced precision, she ran her claw down the gap in the sliding door until she found and sliced through latch securing the door. Slowly opening the door, the cat burglar slipped her leather clad form inside. Finding herself in the living room, she began to get her bearings as she searched for the study that housed the most valuable items.
She faintly registered the sound of a door opening farther ahead, the thief reflexively taking cover behind the sofa to stay out of sight. "…patio alarm got tripped, go check it out." Said a burly voice from the hallway ahead of her.
"Probably nothing Russ, damn thing probably short circuited again." Grumbled another man in return as Felicia stalked along the back of the couch and turned the corner of the L-shaped piece of furniture.
There was a click as a flashlight was turned on and she heard footsteps approach. The thieves mind had gone into overdrive, the condo was supposed to be empty, had something changed? Moving to short breaths as the guard approached, his flashlight scanning the dim room as he neared the door, Black Cat let him pass. "The hell?" he muttered as he reached the patio door and saw it ajar as he opened it completely and stepped outside. Retracting her claws, the Thief stepped out from behind the sofa and stalked up to the guard.
The guard looked around the patio and went to remove a radio from his belt, but not before the Black Cat could pounce. With a savage kick, she slammed her heeled boot into the back of the man's knee, knocking him down as she wrapped her arm around his neck and locked him into a sleeper hold. The guard struggled to stand as oxygen was cut off from his brain, standing and trying to claw back at the Black Cat as she wrapped her legs around his stomach and squeezed until he finally ceased his struggles.
Slipping back inside, Felicia closed the door and advanced down the hallway to where the guard had come from. Removing a stun grenade from her belt as she reached a door with a bit of light coming from the edge at the bottom. Slowly opening the door, she heard. "Just nothing right? Sorry about that." Said a man before she rolled the sphere inside and smirked. "What the…"
Whatever the man was about to say was cut off as the stun detonated, blinding and disorienting the three men inside. With practiced ease, she glided inside and set upon the nearest man to the door. A rapid series of strikes left him reeling as the other two tried to react. Felicia swept the leg out from the first as the second swung drunkenly at her, still half blind and deaf, the attack had no chance as she rolled away and grabbed the assaulting arm. With a brutal twist, she pushed it to the brink of breaking, causing him to wail in agony before she used the arm to vault herself up and wrap her leg around his throat, choking consciousness from him.
As she rolled off of the man, she gave the one she had tripped a kick in the head to ensure he stayed out cold before hogtieing the three men and exiting the security room. "What's that racket?" Barked another voice, one she recognized and truly hadn't expected to hear. "Report damn it!"
"Perrault?" Questioned Felicia, her heart racing quicker as she sprinted out of the room, jumping and using the wall to launch herself at the syndicate lieutenant, a flying knee connecting with the bottom of his chin.
The obese man staggered back, and his girth rammed into the wall where Felicia pressed her forearm against his throat. His fat hands tried to dislodge the arm to no avail. "What are you doing here?" Hissed the Black Cat. "Answer me."
"The…the Bladewolf was going to come after me." He stammered out as he struggled for breath. "I had to go somewhere else."
Felicia's mind raced, how did Kingpin learn about that? Pushing those thoughts aside and fighting to maintain her aura of calm, she applied more pressure against his windpipe, threatening to crush it on a whim. "How did you know? Don't lie to me." She threatened darkly.
The man's color was starting to change as he fought for air. "The cops…we got an inside source. When the police got tipped off, so did we." The tub of lard began to laugh between coughs. "We set a trap for both the pigs and the vigilante…fuckers don't know what they're walking into." For whatever reason, that remark sent the Black Cat over the edge. She took her arm off his throat, giving him a brief moment of relief before she elbowed him in the face and broke his nose. Before the lieutenant could even bring his hands up to the bent feature, Felicia delivered a knockout spin kick to his temple that sent him crumpling to the floor.
Grinding her teeth in frustration, Felicia ran to the way she came in, unsure why she had the sudden urge to help George to safety...
"FUCK!" George gritted his teeth as a bullet pierced an unprotected area of his armour. right in the side of his stomach and he fell down but remained in cover as he sat up. His armour was loaded with bullet holes, coming apart. Fisk's men were using armour piercing round and they had gotten some hits on him, George could feel blood flowing and knew he had to get out of here before he bled out to death.
George saw a fire exist and managed to push himself to his feet, running for the door and he slammed into it, opening it right open. George grunted as he limped up the steps until he made it to the rooftop and looked around.
He fired a grappling hook at the next building and started swinging but one of Fisk's men had a sniper rifle in hand and fired, getting George right in the right leg and a stray bullet hit the rope which caused it to snap and George to plummet and slam into a dumpster in the alleyway and he rolled off and onto his back with a groan.
'If I... live... through this... definitely upgrading this armour.' George thought with a wince as his body was racked with pain and he let out short wheezing breaths.
George stood just as more of Fisk's men came around the corner and fired at him. George returned fire with his assault rifle before it wa sshot out of his hand and he grunted as someone slammed something into him from behind.
"Let's get him boys!" One of the thugs cheered as they started beating him down with baseball bats, crowbars, and even started kicking him.
George tried fighting back but there was just too many of them and his body was hit with several bullets that were slowly killing him.
"Hey boys." A familiar seductive voice purred, getting the attention of Fisk's men before a woman in black started attacking them quickly and took them out just as quickly. "Shit! George!"
George opened his eyes and looked to see the concerned face of Felicia in his face. "Hardy... I don't know whether to kill you or thank you for this whole mess."
"Thank me when I save your life." Felicia said as she slung his arm over her shoulder, took out her grappling gun and pulled the two into the night...
When George woke the next morning, the excruciating pain from the injuries he had sustained came back in full force. Wincing as he tried to sit up and failed, he found his chest and left shoulder completely wrapped in tape and bandages. Since he was only in his boxers, he could tell his legs got similar treatment, having been set and bandaged. His breathing was still labored, but better than he remembered it, so his lung is still in bad shape too. To the side of his bed, he saw his gear, or what was left of it. It looked like a complete loss, at the very least it would need serious work.
Only then did he turn his attention to his surroundings. He was in an unfamiliar place; the luxurious bedroom was larger than his own. The coloring was more tasteful as well, there were post-modernist pieces that George couldn't look at for more than a few moments before he felt his brain cells commit suicide.
If there was any doubt about where he was, it was obliterated when a platinum haired seductress strutted in in a bath robe that barely covered her ample chest and only went halfway down her thighs. In her hands she held two steaming mugs, offering one to the vigilante as she sat down on top of the bed. George took a sip of the hot tea as he looked at Felicia's elegant features in profile. There was a small smirk on her face.
"See something you like?" She asked softly.
George gave a small smile but winced as one of his injuries flared up a little and he took several slight calming breaths. "About last night…"
"I'm sorry." Replied the thief nearly instantly. When she saw the questioning look on his face, her lips formed into a frown. "I was the one who tipped off the police, and someone on the force informed Kingpin. The best laid plans of mice and men, and cats too…"
She stopped when George placed a placating and on her shoulder. "Thanks…thanks for telling me." he said simply, knowing it wouldn't be enough.
His own head was spinning, his assumption at the time was that she was working for Fisk but dismissed that when she saved him. Her explanation made sense as he thought about it, part of him was happy to hear that she hadn't intended what had happen. He wasn't afraid to admit he was starting to like the woman, there was a lot to like about her, but she did things differently and he wasn't one for games.
"You're not mad?" said Felicia as she turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. "I nearly got you killed."
"If you just wanted me dead, you could've done so while I was sleeping in your bed." George said with a small smile. "Or you could've left me there to die, but you didn't. You came and saved my life. Though, I would appreciate if you would refrain from using me as bait in the future without telling me first."
"How... how do you bare with it?" Felicia asked after a moment of silence, causing him to raise an eyebrow. "I mean... you were on death's doorstep! You were gunned down! There was no way for you to get out of there if I hadn't arrived. Aren't you the least bit traumatized or suffering from PTSD?"
George placed a hand on her bare leg. "No. I suffered that after my first kill. I adapt to situations, Felicia. Last night... I'll admit that I was scared... scared about dying. I know that I'll die one day... but a part of me will always be scared of it." When he pulled his hand back, he felt a smaller one take hold of it.
He looked at her only to have her kiss the corner of his lips. "Rest." She said softly to him and gently pushed him back until he was lying down. "You need it."
George just squeezed her hand until he drifted off. Felicia took her hand back and watched him, keeping her hand on his chest and tracing circles on one of his faded scars.
When she had seen him being beaten down in that alleyway... she just acted without thinking and swooped in to save him. After she had carried him back to her penthouse he had immediately passed out on the couch. Doctor Benson, the woman she had on speed dial to treat her when she sustained injuries, was called and came over with her usual punctuality. The grey market Doctor had treated the Bladewolf with no hesitation and confirmed something that surprised the cat burglar.
The Bladewolf was human. Not superhuman, not a mutant, not even any cybernetics, the vigilante was a completely normal human. Seeing the level of injury he had sustained beneath his armor only confirmed this. Felicia did suspect George wasn't completely human... but he actually was. He was just a man with a great set of skills.
Felicia stood and started getting spare clothes for him for when he wakes up...
And that's it for this chapter everyone. I hope you all enjoyed it. George will get an armour update, and it'll look like the V8.03 Batsuit from Batman Arkham Knight but it'll be very black instead of dark gray, no Bat symbol on the chestplate, no cape, and the mask will be replaced by the Arkham knight's unless anyone's got better ideas for a mask.
I could have it be a wolf version of Batman's mask from Arkham knight, maybe the Batman Beyond version since that looks like it has a mouthguard,